My lovely feet photos

[Mistress Legs]

My sexy nylon feet will warm your face, so just burry your face into my fragrant soles and relax.. Imagine how you sniff and taste my cozy nylon feet what slowly rubbing against your face. Mmm, my gorgeous nylon legs and feet are very pleasant to the touch and my nylon soles smell so delicious. Just enjoy this excellent photos.

 

[Mistress Legs]

Tan tights hug my long legs and big ass. Stiletto mules and my look down on you… You are below at my feet and this is your place always when I am near you. My big nylon ass hangs over you and you even notice that I have no panties under my tights – but your attention is riveted only to my nylon feet. Do you feel that sweet, arousing aroma of my nylon feet? It is the sweet smell of my foot skin smeared with cream, mixed with the smell of expensive nylon and a slight tartness of sweat. My feet in sheer pantyhose approach your face. I slowly wiggling my toes almost touching your lips, making the tights to stretch over the foot arch. My soles are slightly sweaty from a long day in shoes – I know it drives you crazy. Do you want to taste it? Stick out your tongue... and maybe I'll let you rub it against my foot from my toes to my heel, making sure your tongue passed through the foot arch, mmm

 

[Mistress Legs]

Enjoy my new foot fetish sory: A Prisoner of the Nylon Feet of a Sweet Coworker

I always tried not to stare too much. But sometimes - damn - it was impossible. Dana, my colleague, sat across from me in the open office with her legs crossed. Her black, nude and sometimes white tights glistened under the office lights, and the pointed heel of her shoe slowly dangle on her toes. Sometimes she took off her shoe completely, and then her foot peeked out from under the table - covered in delicate sheer nylon...

I swallowed saliva and pretended to be staring at the monitor, but my gaze still returned to her nylon foot. Her feet distracted me from work every day and I could not think about anything else except how I bury my face in her sweaty nylon feet and inhale their aroma, enjoy the gentle touch of her soft, warm nylon feet to my face. And her toes gently tickle my forehead.. oh yeah...

But it was absolutely impossible to work productive, so I often stayed late, when all my colleagues had already gone home, in order to have time to do my work. That day, as usual, I stayed late - the report was burning, but as luck would have it, Dana was also late that day. When the lights in the hallway had already gone out, and only our computers were left on, she suddenly stood up and came up to me.

— "Are you staring at my feet again?" - her voice sounded unexpectedly stern, usually she was soft and friendly.

I froze. My heart started pounding wildly, it always seemed to me that I did it unnoticed, but it seems that this is not so..

— "I... Uh, well, no, I just..."

She laughed, sat down on the edge of my desk and slowly put her foot with the heel on my balls.

— "You're lying. You do this every day. Do you think I don't notice how you stare at my feet?"

Then, in one motion, she kicked off her shoe and pressed her nylon sole right into my face. My chair rolled back against the partition, my head hit the headrest, and she only pressed her slightly damp nylon foot harder into my face. Dreams come true? Or maybe not?

— "Smell my foot!"

The aroma of her foot — warm, slightly salty, with a slight sourness of sweat and a sweetish hint of nylon — hit my nose. I closed my eyes and start inhale.

— "Kiss it gently!""

She didn't speak, she commanded and did it in such a way that I didn't even have the thought of trying to disobey her or protest. Her toes pressed against my lips and began to try spread it. She clearly wanting to hoot her foot into my mouth. I hesitated for a second — but she pressed harder and finally stuck her foot into my mouth almost to the middle of her foot. From surprise and pressure, a lump rose in my throat, my stomach tried to turn outward, but I held back. However, she only increased the pressure, trying to push her foot into my mouth completely..

Sitting with her foot in my mouth, I looked up at her, she was smiling — predatory, like a cat that caught a mouse. Dana slowly took out her phone and took several photos of her beautiful foot gagging my mouth at my workplace.

— "I've known for a long time that you are a fetishist, but not only. You are a submissive fetishist. You are ready to obey me, to carry out all my orders. You are a slave! Yes, now you are my foot slave! And…" - she ran her second foot over my face, - "You will worship my feet when I order you. You receive the order, fall to your knees and start covering my feet with kisses. Even here. Got it?"

I nodded. She slowly took her foot out of my mouth, wiped my drool from her foot on my jacket, stood up and just left. And so I remained sitting, pressed against the chair with the taste of her nylon foot in my mouth and an unfinished report...

 

[Mistress Legs]

I hope you don't mind that my feet are lying on the table without shoes right in front of you. I like to sit like this and since your desk will be right in front of mine, you will often see them.

 

[Mistress Legs]

Shhh... No one will hear your scream. Relax and become my insole.

 

[Mistress Legs]

Morning scrambled eggs with crispy bacon? How sweet. But the main dish today is my sweaty, fragrant pink nylon feet, right above your plate. I casually put my feet on the table, in black socks with a playful "scrambled eggs" print, in which my feet have managed to sweat during this hot morning. I slowly put off my socks and stay in the thin pink pantyhose, which looks so appetizing, and the air is filled with the thick aroma of my feet. "Happy birthday, slave. Today your birthday cake is my pink sweaty tights!" I take my removed sock, slap it on the scrambled eggs, dip it in your cup of coffee and push this sock soaked in my foot sweat and your coffee, with pieces of bacon, with my foot right into your mouth. "Bon appetit" - my voice sounds sweet while my foot pushes my dirty sock deeper into your mouth.
— Remember: Your breakfast is the dirt from my feet, your morning coffee is the sweat squeezed out of my socks after morning exercises. Your place is under the table at my feet, to catch every crumb that falls while I eat breakfast. If you behave well, I will put a plate of what I have not finished on the floor for you and you will lick this food from my feet. Today, for the first time, I forgive you such an impudent display of disrespect as trying to eat breakfast with me at the same table. So.. get under the table right NOW!!!

 

[Mistress Legs]

Crawl closer and start to lick my fragrance foot!

You don't remember how you ended up here - kneeling in front of her, sitting cross-legged on a chair. Her left shoe dangles on the tips of her toes right in front of your face, revealing a nylon foot - warm, silky, fragrant and slightly damp. The aroma of her foot is tart, thick natural smell of her foot skin, with notes of foot cream and a barely perceptible sourness. You smell her feet and saliva treacherously fills your mouth. In front of her is a mirror. You see your humiliation in the reflection: her cold, mocking look, her arrogant pose, her hand, lazily lying on the armrest.

— "Kiss" - She says, not even lowering her eyes to you.

You crawl a little closer, lean down, and the first touch of your lips to her foot burns your feelings. The nylon is silky, but underneath it is living warmth of her tasty wrinkled soles. You kiss slowly, every centimeter of the nylon foot. The shoe falls off her toes and you kiss each of her pretty toes. She obviously likes it because you hear her moan of pleasure as you start kiss her big toe.

— "Tongue," is the next command.

You obediently run your tongue along the arch of her foot, absorbing the taste of her feet. It is slightly salty, with a bitter hint of cream. Your tongue slides along the velvety foot, leaving a wet trace on the flesh-colored nylon. She watches you in the mirror, smiling faintly when you close your eyes in pleasure.

— "Lick between my toes," the command sounds like sweet poison.

You obediently take each toe into your mouth, feeling their perfect shape through the nylon. The smell here is thicker and more concentrated, making your head spin. You don't care how you got into this situation anymore, you just want this sweet humiliation to never end.

— "Do you want worship my other foot?" - her voice plays with you like a cat with a mouse.

You nod, unable to utter a word.

— "Then ask... properly! Ask your Mistress with humility and admiration, slave! The right to serve my feet still needs to be earned!"

And you know that you will. On your knees. With your lips to her feet. Again and again...

 

[Mistress Legs]

I want to gag your mouth with my nylon feet..

I sit in front of you, gracefully stretching my legs in thin, delicate white pantyhose in your face. The white polish on my toes shines through the nylon like pearls. I command you to open your mouth and you obediently do so. My delicate nylon toe pads glide over your lips before entering your mouth. I lightly rub my toes over your tongue and push my foot deeper. I hope your mouth can open very wide, otherwise it will be difficult for you, because I want to push my foot into your mouth as deep as possible. I have almost pressed my toe pads against your throat, the nylon tickles your mouth inside, but I will push my foot even deeper. I see beads of sweat appearing on your forehead from the strain, but this will not stop me. I am determined to use your mouth to the fullest today. I may look pretty sweet and innocent, but let's see what you say after a couple more minutes of gagging your mouth with my foot. We will continue until the end regardless of your desire. I want to find out how deep I can shove my foot into your mouth. And then we will rest for a couple of minutes and I will try to shove both feet into your mouth at the same time. I can already see in your eyes that you can't wait for me to start shoving both feet into your mouth at once. It seems that you have decided that your mouth is ready for such a test. Although what am I talking about, you have not decided anything here since the moment you knelt in front of me and allowed yourself to be tied up. Now you are my foot toy. Just enjoy the moment and open your mouth a little wider..

 

[Mistress Legs]

During a break on a fallen tree, I took off my shoes and stretched my nylon feet, sweaty from long walk, right up to you. Oh yes, my feet got sweaty in sneakers and smell so fragrant now, so warm and slightly damp. We are walking through the forest as part of a tourist group. We don't know each other, but from the very beginning of our walk I noticed how you how you literally lick my feet with your gaze. That's why you're a great candidate to fulfill my wish. So while we have a short rest stop, I sat down on a fallen tree opposite you, took off my shoes and stretched my fragrant feet right up to you. We settled down on the edge of the main group and no one really sees us here. I see how much you like my feet and feel how you are ready to bury your face in them and start sniffing and licking them right now and right here. Maybe after our walk today I won't even mind if you do exactly that, it will be a pleasant end to the day. But right now I want only one thing - a gently foot massage. We've already walked almost five kilometers and we still have the same distance to go, so if you want to lie at my feet this evening (except for feet you won't get anything else), then start massaging my feet right now, while our rest stop is not over yet!

 

[Mistress Legs]

We met online and had our first in-person meeting on a romantic stroll along the beach on a crisp autumn day. With the weather having turned chilly, there were barely any people left on the shore. After walking for quite some distance, I decided to take a rest on a log as my feet were getting tired. We stopped for a brief respite, and I quickly slipped off my sneakers to give my sweaty feet some air. At first, I felt a bit self-conscious because these weren't exactly my finest socks - I'd worn them for a week already and they were not only drenched in my sweat but also stained. You knelt down in front of me and suggested using yourself as a footrest to keep my feet warm, along with offering to give them a massage. Oh, it was so sweet and charming that I couldn't help but flirtatiously agree. I placed my feet on your lap and you began gently caressing them, treating them like a treasured prize. I noticed how entranced you were by my legs and feet, so I decided to test just how far you'd go. I started teasing you by slowly wiggling my my toes, then whispered, "I'd love it if you sucked on them and licked each toe with your warm, wet tongue." You visibly blushed, not expecting such a bold move, and I could see in your eyes that you genuinely desired it despite struggling with internal conflicts. Although you'd bravely offered to be my footstool and masseur, I realized it took a lot out of you to make that suggestion. But I also saw that you were ready to surrender and become my slave. So I injected steel into my voice and commanded loudly, "Start licking my feet right now, slave!" And you eagerly pressed your lips to my soles, your tongue gliding over my toes and instep. I felt your warm breath on my skin as you worked, trying to absorb every essence of my dirty, nylon-clad feet. You looked like you were in ecstasy, and I smiled predatorily, watching you lose your will before me - you had already become my mindless pet, even if you didn't fully realize it yet. "Good boy, you've earned a small reward," I said while yanked off from my feet black nylon socks, now completely soaked from your tongue, and stuffed them into your mouth. Gripping your lips shut with my hand, I whispered, "I want these stinky dirty socks to stay in your mouth all the way until we get home. You'll walk silently, playing the role of my dirty sock purse." Yes, I no longer wanted you opening your mouth without my command, because the only one way you can use your mouth from that moment was having it caress and lick my feet - and perhaps something else... Listening to your useless stories held no interest for me now that I saw you beside me only as my human furniture. This romantic date come to end, but I've acquired a new toy for the evening - one I fully intend to enjoy. Later, I'll discard you like a used pair of socks, but for now, you're mine to play with. I fetched spare socks from my bag, made you put them on my feet, then you put my shoes back to my feet and we set off back. Tonight awaited for you an unforgettable night as my footrest, massager and licker. You are my property now, my personal footstool. When we get home, my first wish will be to shove you under the table and use your face as a warm footrest for my feet. As for what comes next, even I don't know yet. But one thing was certain - you wouldn't be getting any rest this night...

 

[Mistress Legs]

My little experiment with Giantess-style photos, enjoy how I squeeze and grab these little toy humans between my toes. Maybe you would like to be in their place, squeezed between my toes or for me to put my wrinkled foot on you and slowly press you to the floor. More photos in mysubscriptions

 

[Mistress Legs]

Slipping into my favorite, delicate gray tights – the ones that hug every curve of my beautiful feet just right – I couldn’t resist teasing you mercilessly. Your eyes are glued, and I know exactly why. I want you'll start by kissing my tasty nylon toes, silky touches of pleasure waiting for your face and tongue. Then, you'll worship every inch of my arches, ankles, and calves. And don't even think about skipping the soles – I've been walking all day, and they're *ripe* for a good licking. Maybe, just maybe, if you're lucky, I'll let you lick clean the perspiration under my short skirt, from between my nylon ass cheeks. Maybe. But only if you're obedient... and gentle about it. Time to earn your place, slave. My feet aren't going to pamper themselves.

 

[Mistress Legs]

Soaking up the sun, relaxation mode activated! White nylons are a must-have for beach vibes, don’t you think? My delicate toesies are getting their daily dose of vitamin D, and my white toenails look so cute. Missing something essential to complete the scene? That's right - a good boy who knows his place, or rather who knows what he really needs his tongue for. If you're reading this, *hint hint*, you know for sure that your tongue is only needed to gently caress my feet. A good slave keeps his tongue warm and always ready to work! I'll just be here, enjoying the sea breeze and perfecting my tan. Stay tuned, there will be more photos and videos soon.

 

[Mistress Legs]

The midday sun was mercilessly hot, but the beach was still crowded. I was walking along the wooden deck leading to the water when I noticed her.

She was sitting on a bench, leaning back, wearing a white hat and a white shirt, and her legs were thrown over the railing. On her feet were cute white nylon leg warmers that left only a bit of her soles and toes exposed. The grains of sand stuck to her pretty soles, sparkling in the sun like tiny diamonds.

I involuntarily slowed down. Her feet were perfect: graceful instep, neat toes, soft skin, slightly pink from the warmth. I felt my pulse quicken, and at that moment she looked up.

- You found something interesting at my feet? — Her voice was playful, but there was authority in it.

I tried to look away, but it was too late. She smiled, slowly wiggling her toes.

“Don’t pass by,” she said, “can’t you see that there are grains of sand stuck to my beautiful feet?”

I froze.

“I need you to clean them, because I don't want do it by myself” she continued, lifting one foot and showing me the sand stuck to the sole. “I want you to do this. Kneel in front of me… right here and right now!”

My heart was pounding. There were people around, but her gaze left me no choice. I slowly sank to my knees in front of her, feeling the hot wooden flooring burn my skin.

“And no, no no, not with your hands,” she whispered, “but with your warm wet tongue.”

I feel shamed, but leaned down to her soles. Her foot smelled of sun, sea, and something elusively feminine. The first grain of sand touched my tongue, so tiny. I ran the tip of my tongue along her sole, feeling every unevenness, every line. She laughed softly, watching me obediently lick her feet.

“Good boy,” she whispered, moving her other foot closer to my tongue. “Now the other one…”

I obeyed, feeling the heat spreading throughout my body. At that moment, she was a Goddess, and I was just her servant, ready to do anything for the sake of touching her perfection.

 

[Mistress Legs]

The sand under my knees still retained the heat of the day, but the evening breeze was already lightly tickling my skin when I knelt down in front of her. She was sitting on a dune as if on a throne, crossing her legs so that her nylon foot in flesh-colored tights was right in front of my face.

“Well, beach slave,” her voice sounded languid, “how do you like my summer dress code?”

Her toes were spread out, and a piece of sky was visible through the thinnest nylon - still blue, but already with pink streaks of sunset. The arch of her foot made my heart beat faster, and the silky nylon material stretched between her toes, slightly damp from her sweat, exuded an incredible feminine aroma.

“Breathe deeper,” she moved her toes, and the grains of sand stucked to her foot flew straight onto my face.

I froze, feeling the sand from her soles already start to crunching on my teeth, but it didn't matter. Because right now the only thing that existed in the world was her foot, frozen a centimeter from my lips, and her laughing voice:

— Come on... don't you want to check how sweet the taste of my tempting sweaty feet is in this heat in these tights? I see what you really want to taste my sweaty soles and toes. So don't waste a minute, get out your tongue and start to lick. I want you to lick off all sand from my foot. This is the price you need to pay to be able to taste my hot fragrant nylon feet.